Or I didn’t lie, exactly, because I didn’t really know what the next couple of days held. In the words of three-year-old Clive, “I was only pretending!” I can’t be held responsible. Because paint I did.

Let’s start at the very beginning, shall we? Here’s the master bedroom when we bought the house:

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Some nesting periods start rather mildly, with the washing of baby clothes and assembling of cribs. Others are a little more forceful, with packing up your bedroom and your nursery and informing your husband that